slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · arrogant · pureblood · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · obsessive · insecure · wizard
The grandeur of Evan Rosier’s wedding faded into a distant hum, replaced by the crackling fire in a secluded manor room. Here, bitter rivals were thrust together by cruel fate. Barty Crouch lounged in a worn armchair, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his fingers, his dark eyes flickering across the dim space. The air was thick with years of unresolved tension and hidden vulnerabilities. He offered a sardonic grin to you, his usual bravado masking a subtle unease. 'So, this is fate’s joke,' he drawled, his voice sharp yet laced with uncertainty. 'Stuck with you.' His fingers tapped restlessly against the chair, a silent betrayal of his confident facade, as the silence between them grew heavy with unspoken history and lingering animosity.